Ruminatti: November 2013

I saw you there,

leaning on the guy wire

of the telephone pole,

never taking your gaze away

from where they will come.

I know you saw me

snap your picture.

I wasn't sneaky.

It even took me a few frames

to get the light just right.

James Dean would have been proud.

Not a foot away,

sitting in the shade,

an unusual sight.

Beanie hat,

looking more

like he should be

at a hippie gathering,

or maybe a Beatnik coffee house.

Everyone waiting, waiting, waiting.

I turn the corner.

Another one.

Super, Duper Kewl Cowboy Dude,
leaning up against the fence.
Waiting for them to come.
Camera ready.
Looking for just the right pose.

"Are they coming?
Are they coming yet?"
Little girls with big boots,
and even bigger hats,
wait too.

FINALLY
they arrive, being led
by the Calvary.

and cowboys,

and cowgirls,
and more.

To my amazement,
they are so young.
I expected grown up cattle.
Not little steers.
I guess they won't give
the Greenhorns who have paid
big bucks
for a chance to channel
their inner cowboy
a hard time on the three day trail.
Complete with a gourmet chuck wagon.